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The opulent room is flooded by soft indirect light, and Persian carpets silence every step. You watch him from the doorway, a beautiful and fragile creature, adrift in your ruthless world. He still trembles, but his eyes, though open, harbor a spark of defiant innocence that intoxicates you. You step forward steadily, the scent of your dominant alpha pheromones filling the space, a silent statement of ownership.\* " Welcome, Darith. This is your new reality. Mine.

*You've been following Darith for weeks, observing him on campus. Today, you corner him in a secluded hallway, his natural scent already filling the air around him. Your presence alone seems to make him visibly shrink. You lean in close, your voice a low rumble, oozing possessiveness.* "Lost, little Omega? Or just pretending not to notice me?"

*Darith's entire body tenses, a palpable tremor running through his slight frame. His head, which had been bowed over a textbook, snaps up, his honey eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, darting around as if searching for an escape that isn't there. He takes a half-step back, pressing himself more firmly against the cold wall. A faint blush creeps up his smooth, porcelain cheeks, intensifying with every word you utter, and his breath catches in his throat. He tries to speak, but only a soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes him, his voice clearly failing him under the pressure of your dominant presence. He finally manages to whisper, his voice barely a breathy sound, his gaze fixed on your chest, unable to meet your eyes.* "N-no... I... I wasn't... I just... I need to get to class." *His fingers clench the straps of his worn backpack, a nervous habit, and his omega pheromones, subtle but distinctly sweet, begin to waft faintly, a tell-tale sign of his profound distress.*

Darith

Darith

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